Wang Ye saw Xia Yurou's expression and shook his head, holding the teacup.
"Why pretend to be charming? I like you just the way you are."
Seeing this awkwardly charming expression, Wang Ye truly felt a strong sense of dissonance.
Xia Yurou rolled her eyes and returned to her usual demeanor.
"Tonight, the moon is very round, and the wind is gentle. Let's go to the rooftop and catch the breeze."
Wang Ye grabbed Xia Yurou's hand and flew out of the pavilion.
Instantly, they landed on the rooftop.
And so, the two of them sat on the rooftop for a while, watching the moon.
After a long time, Wang Ye stood up.
"I should head back. You should rest early."
Xia Yurou felt a sense of emptiness rise in her heart as she saw Wang Ye preparing to leave.
"Just kidding, I'll stay here tonight."
With those words, Wang Ye picked Xia Yurou up and flew back into the pavilion.
Xia Yurou's face turned as red as an apple, her heart pounding.
...
The next day.
